Sunday Funnies — May 12, 2024

It’s her birthday and …

I get to do the spanking!

Making Love with the Frenchman

Ravished on the high seas

During the Civil War, a young widow crosses the Atlantic to attend nursing school in England. A rogue artist captures the attention of the young widow.

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The large room is filled with piles of barrels wrapped together with rope nets. These bundling nets are intended to hold the cargo secure as the ship rolls. The room is dimly lit by only the starlight filtering through the open deck hatches. In a storm, these hatches would be closed, but on a clear hot night they are open to help ventilate the ship’s interior.

We are not alone! As Julien continues to grip the wrap closed about my arms, he pulls me between netted piles of barrels. At least two other couples are snuggling into the natural hammocks formed by the nets. I can well guess what they are doing as I hear soft feminine voices moan in pleasure. Perhaps, this is where Janice is! Julien finds an appropriate nook and he presses me backward into the netting. Finally, he releases my arms as he takes a step back to gaze upon me. I recline in a half laying posture against the hammock netting.

He lifts one of my feet from the deck and tucks it into the net so that the heel of my boot holds against the rope net. Then, he does the same with my other foot. My heels are high and my legs are wide open. With my feet thusly bound, Julien lifts the hem of my frock until he sees I am bare, without undergarments. He lets out a soft moan as he is reassured of my purpose to lie with him. From somewhere in the darkness, a woman issues her own moan as a seemingly answering cry of the wild.

Julien lies atop me and kisses me. His tongue opens my lips and lightly touches mine. A spark ignites with his tongue’s caress and a fire of desire is soon burring in my belly as I shudder.

“Are you cold?” Julien asks, as he releases my lips.

“No. I am burning with a fire for you.” I sigh and compress my knees to hold his thighs tightly.

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Saturday Spanking — May 11, 2024

Just because you’re a good girl…

Doesn’t mean you won’t get a spanking!

Road Side Rescue

Stranded woman is rescued by a Dom; she learns to behave

“Are you all right, miss?”

The muffled voice through the closed car window startles me. I put my non-functional phone down and look at the potential assailant standing beside my car. However, he doesn’t look dangerous. The voice belongs to a silver-haired man with matching salt and pepper beard. With his round face, he looks a bit like Santa Clause. In the cold wind, his cheeks and nose are rosy.

I push the down button to lower the window, but nothing happens. Cautiously, I open the door. “My car died, and now it won’t start.”

“Try and start it, let me listen to it.” I turn the key and absolutely nothing happens. “The lights aren’t working either.”

“The battery is dead. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes they fail like this — just spontaneously die.”

“I tried calling the auto club, but I can’t get any reception on my phone.”

“Yes, this is a rather secluded road. Not a very safe place to break down.”

“I didn’t plan it.”

“Yes, of course. Well, come on. Lock it up and let’s go.” His voice is commanding. Strangely, I am compelled to comply.

“Wait, you expect me to just go with you?” Better sense prevails to hold me back.

“As I said, it is not safe for us to simply stand around out here. If you can’t call anyone, what else are you going to do?” At that moment the rain starts. “The weather man says it’s going to be an ice storm tonight. You can’t stay here.” Again, the firm command in his voice demands action.

Walking anywhere was out of the question. I pick up my purse and slam the door on the dead car. I press the lock button on the key fob.

“That won’t work,” Santa says, “you’ll have to lock it with the key.”

After locking the door, I follow him to his car. He opens the passenger door for me. After taking a second to glance inside, to ensure no one else is in the car, I sit and wait for him to close the door.

This is it. Will I ever be heard from again?

He walks around and climbs into the driver’s seat.

“Will you please take me to a gas station?” I ask.

“No, that won’t do at all. In the old days, there were genuine service stations where you might have been able to buy a battery. But, not today. You won’t be able to buy a battery until morning.”

I guess Santa would know about the old days.

The rain turns to ice and adheres to the windshield. “I’ll take you home. Where do you live?”

I’m sitting in a car with an ax murderer, and he wants me to tell him where I live!

“Ah-ah, cross the river. I’ll show you where to turn.” I decide to stall. Perhaps, I will jump out when he stops at the red light just before my street.

As we round a curve, a police car blocks our path. Its flashing lights are blinding, but we can see two wrecked cars on the bridge beyond.

“The bridge has already iced over.” Santa throws the car in reverse and executes a three-point turn. He roars on in the opposite direction.

Damn, I should have jumped out and run to the policeman.

A few minutes later, we pass my dead car, now coated in ice.

“Now what are we going to do?”

“I’ll have to take you to my house.”

I watch the icy trees pass by as we head further away from the city. “No, maybe you should just drop me someplace safe. I don’t want to trouble you so much.”

He brakes the car to a stop. “Listen here, young lady, you are exercising good judgment in being cautious. But, look at the big picture here.” He points out the window to the densely falling, frozen rain. “There is no safe place out there tonight. And, I am simply not going to drop you off anywhere that I am not certain is safe.” He stares at me, waiting for a response, but I only stare at him. “Did you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Did I really call him Sir?

*****

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Fine Fanny Friday — May 10, 2024

With such a beautiful apple bottom…

She Takes It The English Way

Lieutenant Smyth takes command of her bum

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Lieutenant Smyth slowly spins me around and his lips move to kiss mine while he still holds my arms bound by his. He releases my mouth and presses my bottom against the bundled sail. His meaning is perfectly clear.

“Sir,” I quietly say, “I welcome your advance and I will make no cry of alarm. I will not resist you. But, please, you must not put your seed within me. I can barely feed myself. I can’t be left with a child.” Again the image of his manhood swelling in m mouth floats through my brain.

“Do as I instruct. Leave me to do as I wish and you will have no concern,” he responds. I relax within his arms. He releases my arms and hugs me. He kisses me tenderly and I warmly kiss him back.

Is he going to want my mouth, or my bum?

Turning me around again, he bends me over the sail bundle. It is my bum he wants. Lifting my frock’s hem he exposes my stocking legs and drawers. He unties the ribbon and pulls the halves of my drawers open to fully expose my pale bottom. I watch over my shoulder as he unbuttons his breeches, but I cannot see his cock. I open my thighs as wide as I can and his thumbs open my bottom cheeks.

And then, his firm, fleshy tip presses to the entrance of my wetness.

“Sir!” I exclaim, as I try to lift up and push him away.

“Hold fast, woman,” he firmly says, as he presses my back down flat. “I said I would take care of you and I know how to do that. Just do as I instruct.”

I relax and feel his cock again press to gain entry into my womanhood.

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Toe Tickle Thursday — May 9, 2024

This is another one of those damnable times when…

I can’t make up my mind: kiss ’em or tickle ’em.

Like Dave on his first date with Susan in Disciplined Date. , I think I’ll kiss ’em.

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Finally, I got up the nerve to confess. “I’m sorry, but I’ve never actually done this before. I don’t really know what to do.”

He chuckled. “Ah, a virgin. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” We both chuckled. He was gentle as he unbuckled my sandal straps and slipped them off. He massaged the soles of my feet for a minute with his thumbs, and my pussy leapt awake. She quickly wanted to know if we could change the answer about our expectation for sexual intercourse. Ignoring my wet pussy, I remained silent. He softly wrapped my feet, each in its own warm moist towel.

Kneeling on the floor, he continued to massage my feet through the moist towels. After a couple of minutes he removed the towel from my left foot and again massaged its sole with his thumbs. I rolled my head back in ecstasy when his fingers caressed each tiny toe individually. My clit again announced her request and I consoled her with assurances that there would be a second date. I would change my answer on the questionnaire: sexual intercourse would be a nine next time.

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Hump Day — May 8, 2024

When tickling the toes is just not enough…

Susan Goes All The Way

Her foot fetish is not enough — Her pussy demands more

Quickly I respond, “Yes, Daddy.”

Returning my bound bare feet to the floor he lifts me from the bed until I’m standing beside him. Pulling the chair from the desk he sits as stares at me for a moment. The elastic of my panty’s waistband presses snugly against the underside of my bare butt cheeks. As my dress falls back into place the soft material teases my bottom’s soft skin.

“Strip for me,” he commands.

At first I reach for my dress’s zipper behind my back, but then pause to quickly say, “Yes, Daddy.”

He smiles. Unfastening the dress, I allow it to fall to my feet. Then I again reach behind my back to unclasp my bra — which matches my panties — and pull it free of my shoulders to expose my breasts. Making no attempt to cover myself, I hand him the bra as my nipples engorge. My pussy screams to be touched as another pulse of moisture drips into my panty. I resist the urge to jiggle my boobies.

I stand motionless for a moment, but he says nothing. So I hook my fingers into the panty’s elastic and finish the job he had started. I slide my panties down to my ankles where the material mingles with the binding cord and becomes part of my bindings.

“You are a good girl,” he says. “You deserve a reward.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” But I don’t know what he has in mind. My pussy shouts that she knows what she wishes for. I’ve not had sex for several months. While I not a virgin, I don’t really know much male anatomy. Now, I badly want to experience what Dave can teach me.

He stands and commands, “Undress me.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I remove his suit coat, tie and shirt. As I remove each item I toddle with my bound feet over to the desk to neatly fold his clothes over the chair. Kneeling I remove his pants, shoes and socks. Again, I toddle to the place these items neatly on the desk.

He stands quietly in his black cotton briefs with his swollen member pressing, stretching the fabric. After a moment, I again kneel and pull down his underwear mindful not to touch his erection as it springs free. After folding this and adding it to the pile on the desk, I toddle back to stand before him.

He hands me a wrapped condom and commands, “Put this on me.”

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Two 4 Tuesday — Cougar Day

Watch out …

One might catch you!

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,

Catch a Cougar by the toe.

This is a collection of erotic short stories that describe the adventure of a young man’s education – sexual education at the hands of older women. Each short story is available for 99 cents. Or, get the boxed set for $2.99.

Cougar Shops the Mall

A Monday afternoon shopping trip turns into a conquest when the sexy cougar sinks her teeth into the virgin college Freshman.

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Cougar Rides Bareback

When the young ranch hand is sent to corral the older woman, a horse race ensues. As she rides away nude he maneuvers to capture her. After the game is done, it appears that it was the cougar who won the game.

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Mile High Cougar

When the sexy cougar takes her seat aboard the airplane bound for Salt Lake City, the 21 year old birthday boy’s excitement arises. As the plane climbs miles into the sky she leads the young man into the lavatory and shows him that they are not in Kansas anymore.

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Cougar in Distress

A college senior comes to the assistance of a stranded mother-daughter pair when their boat’s motor fails. Difficulties begin when they discover he is swimming nude.

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Professional Cougar

A broke college grad student takes a part time job as a hotel desk clerk. He thought his training was complete when he reported for his first shift, but the older women in the hotel had a few more things to teach him.

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No Bra Monday — May 6, 2024

What’s more fun than …

Sharing your submissive.

Partying with Daddy:

Collette’s Torment

Part Three of Daddy’s Submissive

Timidly, I walked down the steps until I was in full view of the play room. The four men around the billiards table stopped and looked at me. The night dress was not of a mature sexy cut as would be found in Victoria Secret, rather it was juvenile, frilly and very short. Its color matched my toenails. Standing, it barely covered the frills of the matching panty. The thin lacy fabric pretended to conceal my breasts with their ridged nipples.

Stopping half way down the stairs, I said, “Gentlemen, I’m very sorry to interrupt. Daddy, really?” He had told me not to make him say it again.

“Collette, yes… NOW!”

Daddy put his glass down sharply on the bar. I jumped at the resulting report. Daddy moved to the center of the room. Completing my descent of the stairs, I walked to him and stood before him in my bare feet, feeling so very exposed. My kitty tingled. Daddy enjoyed sharing.

“What did you do this afternoon?” he asked.

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Disciplined Date

Disciplined Date is a spanking mystery story that takes off when a woman is found murdered in a motel. I won’t risk exposing a spoiler by saying more.

In this excerpt, Nikki has been captured by the mobster Lenny. She has not been obedient, and he intends to …

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“Yes, you are sorry. I don’t like my employees lying to me. I’ll have to do something about that. Also, I will need to make an example of you. I can’t have any of the other girls thinking that they can simply walk away from their contracts.”

“Sir, I—”

“I think a naughty liar should get a spanking on her little bare bottom.” Lenny said the last three words slowly and distinctly.

“What? The hell you will!”

“You’re already in trouble. Get snarky with me and I will use my belt.” He stood up and pulled his belt loose from his trousers; he folded it and carried it around the desk. Standing over me, he continued, “You know, your action earned you this punishment. You deserve a spanking.” My eyes followed as he slowly passed the belt from one hand to the other. His eyes, somehow comforting, looked down on me and he waited.

“Yes,” Nikki said.

“Yes – what?”

“Yes, I deserve a spanking for lying to you.”

*****

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Sunday Funnies — May 5, 2024

First dates can lead to so much fun…

If you Let IT Go!

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First Date Entrapment

The homicide detective intended to entrap the witness, but she turned the tables.

“Sorry, but I still can’t get into details. We have a prime suspect, but he’s fled. We won’t be able to close the case until he’s captured.”

“Oh, okay. Appointment? So, you asked me here to complete an interrogation, but there’s no interrogation?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, but I sort of asked you to meet me under false pretense. I wanted to see you again.”

“False pretense? So, I’ve been kidnapped? I’ve never been kidnapped before. I don’t suppose calling the police will do any good.” She said this sternly, but I couldn’t be sure if it was sincere sternness, or mocking.

“I wouldn’t call it kidnapping, and I would understand if you are mad and want to leave. I’m sorry.”

“Yes, you said that. So, if this is not a police interrogation, what is it?”

The drinks arrived, and we paused the banter to sip our drinks. I drew from my scotch, and she tasted the Southern Comfort.

“I would think of it as a date, if that’s all right. Truly, I wanted to see you and buy you dinner,” I said.

“But, you couldn’t just ask me out on a date? You needed the ‘false pretense’?” She made quote marks in the air.

“Sorry, but yes. I’m not too skilled in this area.”

“Stop saying that. I get it, you’re remorseful. So, you thought, if you asked me out on a date in the clear I would say ‘no’?”

“Well, it wasn’t a risk I wanted to take. I saw this as an easier way out. Sor….”

There was a long pause as she let the tension hang in the air. I couldn’t be certain if she was really mad, or enjoying my discomfort.

“All right, it’s a date then. And I’m saying ‘yes’, but this deceit will not go unpunished.” She wagged a finger. “For the remainder of the date, you are not allowed to ask any questions. Given your employment, I consider this rather severe punishment.” She drained the Southern Comfort, got up and slid into the booth beside me. My hand was resting on the table, and she laced her fingers in mine.

“If I can’t ask questions, the conversation may run dry.”

“True, you will have to be creative.”

She let the silence hang a while.

“You’re a nurse,” I stated. She squinted. “It was a statement, not a question,” I explained.

“So, it was a statement,” she scolded, and again fell silent.

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